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The bodyguard's heart leaped to his throat as he eagerly hoped that Mo Tinyue would see the raging storm outside and think that his wife was still waiting for him.

However, his expectations did not come to fruition.

"Did you catch a cold?" Mo Ting Yue glanced outside the window and asked her softly. She then took off her suit jacket and covered it over Song Yi Xue's body. "Let's go back."

The bodyguard didn't say a word as he watched his young master leave.

He looked out at the black wind and rain, and couldn't help but sweat for poor Mrs. Mo.

After returning to the ward …

Mo Ting Yue carried Song Yi Xue to the bed and lovingly covered her with a blanket, taking meticulous care of her.

The moment he approached, Song Yi Xue suddenly jumped into his embrace. With tears in her eyes, she said, "A Yue, can you not be so good to me?"

"I'm so scared. I'm afraid that I won't be able to control my feelings for you. I'm afraid that I won't be able to leave you."

"You're already An Xia's husband, I can't be like this …"

Mo TIngyue's heart softened when she felt the figure in her embrace tremble uncontrollably. She felt wronged as she spoke in a soft voice.

His arms tightly embraced her as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world, a promise of deep love.

"Xue'er, I was willing to treat you well. You don't need to bear any burdens, nor do you need to consider her, nor do you need to worry about me leaving you."

"I will treat you well for the rest of my life."

"Mo Tinyue!" You bastard! "Bastard!"

Gripping the phone in his hand, which had been calling to the point where it was out of battery, Joanna stood alone outside the high wall of the empty prison.

The biting cold wind whistled, and a torrential rain fell from the sky, falling onto Qiao Anxia's body. She was already drenched from head to toe.

As the rain washed over her, she felt that her face was no longer clear.

Her face was no longer as bright and beautiful as it used to be, and her eyes were slightly cold.

Mo Tinyue …

That man should be at the hospital with the woman he loved, right?

Johansson laughed self-deprecatingly. Who asked her to be so cheap?

No self-esteem, no backbone, just to please him, please him.

For four whole years, he had to dig out his heart and dig out his lungs, believing his lies. Time and time again, he would ruthlessly injure, toy with, and trample on his dignity on the ground.

That's right, she was just that despicable, to let that man ruin her so much.

She was the one who was fooled for four years! She was the one who was stupid! She was the idiot!

Through and through!

But what had she done wrong? She didn't want to lose her memories, and she didn't want to forget everything. She didn't want to be with a man who didn't even love her.

She just forgot! I forgot all about it!

That's why they believed his gentleness, and why they thought that everything he said was true …

Her skin was cold from the rain, but her heart was colder. She lightly pulled her lips, but it could not be said that she was cold. The cold arrogance from deep within her bones slowly spread to the corners of her lips.

She didn't know that her tightly clenched fists and fingernails had sunk deep into her flesh. The coldness of the rain made her remember today's profound lesson.

Leaning against the wall, her hand resting on it, she looked up weakly. The upright wall was so high and so far away, and her father was just behind it.

He was clearly such a cautious person. He had always been meticulous about his work, had hustled around the shopping mall for many years, and highly valued his reputation. How could he possibly be suspected of commercial fraud?

Qiao Anxia knew that someone was framing her. However, she did not understand who it was …

"Father, I missed you so much. I really missed you so much …"

Helpless, he touched the wall, allowing the rain to wash over his face.

Her long black hair stuck to her face, making it seem even more beautiful and pure. However, her clear eyes that were filled with tears gradually became blurry.

She had waited ten hours for Morting Moon in the morning, and she could no longer hold on. She closed her eyes and fell into the heavy rain of the silent night.

"Johann!"

A black Rolls Royce stopped outside the high wall, and a figure rushed over from the top of the wall.

Hugging her petite figure, he tightly embraced her in heartache. "I'm here."

Joanna's last remaining consciousness felt as if it had fallen into a familiar warm embrace. His gentle and heartbroken voice lingered in her ears.

Seven hours later, he got out of the car and held an umbrella for Blackcold City and Joanna.

After covering the wet body of Qiao Anxia with his suit, Mo Han City's gaze turned heavy. He looked deeply in the direction of the prison and immediately left with Qiao Anxia.

The next day, Joanna Xia drowsily sat up and stretched.

He had a very comfortable sleep last night, except that he was a little dizzy.

She rubbed her glabella and suddenly found that she was in her room. Furthermore, her clothes had changed into a loose nightgown …

She remembered that she had fainted outside the prison yesterday, and after that … It was as if someone had arrived, and then someone had helped her take a warm, hot bath, and there was a warm embrace by her side …

Touching the place beside the bed, which still had a faint warmth to it, Qiao Anxia's heart skipped a beat.

She dared to say that it wasn't Mo TIngyue who saved her, but … Mo Han City?

Just as he was deep in thought, he heard a series of footsteps outside the door, followed by the sound of Sister Qin knocking on the door. "Madam, are you awake?"

"Yes." "En!" Joanna Xia replied weakly. Although she had a bath last night and felt a lot better, she was still standing after ten hours of waiting. She even soaked in the rain for a long time, but she still felt cold and her limbs were weak.

"Madam, Second Young Master asked me to make you a bowl of ginger soup. You can drink it while it's still warm." Sister-in-law Qin, who was standing at the door, said with concern.

Johann was slightly taken aback …

Second Young Master? Mo Han City?

Last night, it really was Mo Han City … He saved her again.

Joanna got up and opened the door.

When Sister Qin came in with the ginger soup, she was relieved to see her blushing face. "Madam, when you came back last night, you were soaked to the skin and had a deathly pale face. You truly frightened me."

"Did Mo Han City send me back?" Qiao An Xia looked doubtfully at his sister-in-law.

"Yes." Nodding her head, she handed the warm ginger soup to her. "Second Young Master went to the company early in the morning. Before he left, he instructed me to prepare a bowl for you. I must personally see you drink it."

Receiving the bowl of ginger soup, Qiao Anxia hugged it warmly and drank it one mouthful at a time. His heart felt warm.

It really was him …

Just as she finished her ginger soup, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, followed by the servant's voice, "Madam, mister has returned. He is waiting for you in the dining hall for breakfast."

"Got it." With dimmed eyes, Qiao Anxia lightly replied.

After what happened yesterday, her heart was completely and utterly cold towards Mo Tinyue.

She walked down the stairs, her delicate face as calm as water, without a hint of emotion.

She entered the dining room and sat at the seat that she usually sat at. There was an indifferent expression on her face.

Mo TIngyue's gaze fell on Qiao Anxia who was sitting opposite to her. She felt that Qiao Anxia was very strange today. There seemed to be something different about him, as if he was too calm.

He wondered what game she was playing to get his attention.